While Sovell greeted Kiritsugu Emiya and his companion from the shadows, the two Servants out in the open also plunged into a fierce battle.
The warehouses' zinc-coated iron sheets twisted, tore, and blew away like aluminum foil in the turbulent magic power. Hideous gouges now scarred the once-smooth asphalt road, silently bearing witness to the pair's rampage.
"What's wrong, Lancer? Your attacks are weak."
Amid a flurry of metal clashes at blinding speed, Artoria drove Lancer back once more with a heavy slash.
Though the two spears in Lancer's hands attacked from unpredictable angles with countless variations, their speed and strength were no less than those of a warrior wielding a spear with both hands. The coordination between them was flawless, too.
And yet.
His defenses gradually crumbled under Artoria's assault every time, until he had to rely on the Lancer Class's high agility to narrowly evade her next strike.
His trembling fingertips warned Lancer that the woman before him possessed strength far beyond the ordinary!
Although Artoria spoke so confidently, she was troubled herself. Her parameters were exceptional, with several ranked A, and her magic power had even reached the standard for EX-beyond the scale.
But her agility alone was a pitiful B. Judging by the speed of Lancer's evasions, his agility was at least A.
Combined with his dazzling dual-spear combat style, even Artoria would struggle to defeat him unless she got serious.
This man knows his stuff.
This woman has some real skill.
Strikingly similar assessments arose in their minds at the same time.
Lancer reset his stance and stared fixedly at the mass of "air" in Artoria's hands.
Without knowing the blade's length, he could not gauge her reach. The combat experience he had accumulated in life could certainly help him contend with Artoria's